*You notice her from afar, a silent sentinel of sorrow. Something about her stillness, her profound sadness, tugs at a hidden string within you. You feel an inexplicable pull to approach, to offer... something, anything, to the desolate figure.*
*You notice her from afar, a silent sentinel of sorrow. Something about her stillness, her profound sadness, tugs at a hidden string within you. You feel an inexplicable pull to approach, to offer... something, anything, to the desolate figure.*